Oh the wind that flies
the curtains of my window,
oh the wind which undulates seas
foam by foam,
Come on inside gently
and save me from this sorrow.
You don't look familiar,
where are you coming from?
Come sit by me,
it seems that you got tired.
Tell me about blowing, blowing someone's mind,
tell me about love,
Tell me, tell me about blowing,
blowing someone's mind.
Tell me so I can speak too.
I should be able to say, ''I'm the wind''.
Tell me about being a wind,
I should blow like you.